Lyrics From Michael TroyBack>>

Dear Walter

1. Dear Walter:
The path is overgrowing,
Will I open up my door, to see my old friend walk in again.
I'd like to drink a beer with you,
Have a laugh, or tear or two,
Blow the dust off old war stories,
And the heroes will be us,
And watch the setting sun turn into rust.

2. I hear that you're not feeling well,
The old war horse is shot to hell,
The legs are giving out and the heart is giving in.
Remembering old Billy T.
And all that downhill history,
Do you think sometimes you've gone too far
To come back in the eighth,
Or have you already chosen your fate.

3. Me and Mare were Sunday riding
The old grey Ford overheated,
I went down in the highway hollow,
For water from the stream,
And it brought me to my boyhood days,
When sunrises were warmly greeted,
Life before coffee, growing up was just a dream,
Ain't nothing ever turns out like it seemed.

Chorus

Dreams are for children in a subtle kind of way
Growing up is just giving in to practicality,
Growing old is when you realize that
You've stopped asking why
When I don't know? is easier
Than chasing butterflies.

Repeat Verse 1